That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 179
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Chapter 179
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Meanwhile, inside a wide dark room.
The room’s area was vast, but its decorations were strange. The walls were entirely covered with dark black silk, and hundreds of small stars made of pure gold hung from the ceiling.
From one perspective, it looked like a mobile that would captivate babies’ attention, and from another, it resembled a night sky filled with eternally unchanging stars.
And in the center.
“Hmm…”
A woman sitting on a massive throne suddenly clenched her fingertips. Blood flowed from a fresh wound that had just appeared on her snow-white fingers.
If there was something different from ordinary people’s blood, it was that her blood was excessively dark red. At a glance, it looked like black ink with a little red added to it.
“Saint.”
The man kneeling before her spoke with a worried voice.
The man wore a robe pulled deeply over his head so his face couldn’t be seen, and strangely, that robe resembled a temple priest’s vestments.
The woman called ‘Saint’ raised the corners of her red lips and put her bleeding finger to her mouth. The blood didn’t stop but continued flowing, slowly trickling down along her chin.
After a little more time passed.
“I am fine.”
Her voice was languid yet eerie.
At first listen, it sounded transparent and seductive like night dew, but from another angle, it had a strange quality that left an unpleasant aftertaste like fingernails scraping against a chalkboard.
The woman also wore the same robe as the kneeling man, so all that was visible were her snow-white fingers and crimson red lips.
The woman, who proudly withdrew her finger from her mouth like a cat walking down a night path, quietly looked up at the ceiling.
The completely black ceiling.
Countless stars hanging beneath it like the Milky Way. Dozens, hundreds of stars made of pure gold displayed brilliant golden light by themselves.
However, among all those numerous things, there were no ‘real’ stars.
The real star they wanted was still wandering above someone else’s head.
But.
“Anyway, this time too they will be torn apart without exception.”
Her plump lips stained with blood drew a bewitching arc.
“In the end, it will be our victory. Hasn’t it always been so?”
The man knelt on the floor, prostrated and trembling. His lips were filled only with ecstasy. Like a priest hearing God’s voice for the first time.
“The Saint’s words are correct.”
“Yes.”
She looked down at her finger where the blood had already stopped. Then she rolled up the flowing sleeves covering the back of her hand halfway.
Long, slender arms. But both arms were covered with knife marks so gruesome that even a butcher would frown.
They were marks very similar to the wound that had just appeared on the woman’s finger. Each mark had dark red blood remaining like shadows, creating a desolate contrast with her white skin.
The woman slowly caressed the wounds while muttering.
“No further regression will be permitted to them.”
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Sophia Frazier looked at Dave, who was escorting her, with demure eyes.
Not bad.
Honestly speaking, he was quite decent.
As for his face, well, compared to the distinguished guests who had just made their special appearance, he fell far short. But having inherited Empress Carmi’s beauty to some degree, he was reasonably pleasant to look at.
Most importantly, he was a prince.
She had lived her entire life harboring an inferiority complex about social status.
Sophia’s desire for high status and noble bloodline was more intense than Tulia vaguely predicted.
Even at the Academy, she wouldn’t even glance at low-ranking lords’ sons. To Sophia, who simply wanted to climb higher, Second Prince Dave was a more attractive prospect than expected.
‘Anyway, I wouldn’t want that crippled monster even if he were the Crown Prince.’
The Crown Prince couldn’t even grow properly, yet his gaze was always cold and chilly. It was like ice frozen with flames.
Sophia also disliked Ferdinand’s gaze.
Because the imperial family’s distinctive dignity emanating from that coldness reminded her anew of her true status—that she was ‘merely a retainer’s daughter.’
Though she had received notice of broken engagement after being caught badmouthing the Crown Prince, Sophia actually thought it worked out well.
She trembled for the first few days, but since the Imperial Knights never came citing charges of insulting the imperial family, she gradually felt at ease.
‘Right. I’m not so inferior that I should marry such a cripple. I’m also someone who properly bears the Frazier name.’
If that Crown Prince had any conscience, shouldn’t he choose someone inferior to himself, perhaps a baron’s daughter?
When Dave seemed to sense Sophia’s gaze and looked sideways, she smiled sweetly.
Dave was momentarily entranced. Though it was regrettable that he quickly came to his senses, Sophia was also someone who worked hard.
“It’s an infinite honor to dance the first dance with Your Highness the Second Prince.”
She added in a low voice.
“I’m also happy.”
Instantly, Dave’s ears perked up. He had fully understood her probing words.
“Lady Sophia.”
“Yes, Your Highness the Second Prince.”
“If Brother Ferdinand’s health had been fine, you would have danced with him as was natural at today’s event. Aren’t you disappointed?”
Sophia wore an elegant yet shy smile.
“To speak honestly…”
Though it was disappointing, wouldn’t being able to dance with a wonderful prince like you also be fortune given by God?
Just as she was about to speak the lines she had used countless times at the Academy, adding appropriate variations as always.
“Your Maj…”
Her mouth slowly closed.
This was because her eyes, which had rolled up to the ceiling with exquisite timing, stopped upon seeing a man slowly walking down the staircase step by step.
Almost simultaneously.
“His Highness the Crown Prince enters!”
An unbelievable voice made Sophia freeze.
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In , Ferdinand needs two conditions to overcome his Cupid syndrome and grow into an adult.
First, fall in love.
Second, desire power.
Even achieving just one of the two would make Ferdinand grow.
It means he would regain his original form.
So in other words, when Ferdinand was in the form of a boy, he made efforts to preserve his position as Crown Prince due to his dead mother—Empress Olivia’s—bloodshot obsession…
But in reality, he thought that position was meaningless.
A Crown Prince who found everything meaningless and was merely living according to the commands of someone who had returned to a handful of dust.
That was Ferdinand Cassel Evichkait’s character setting.
I looked at him in bewilderment as he had suddenly grown tall.
‘Why did he suddenly grow?’
In , Ferdinand naturally grew when conquered by Coriko, but Coriko hadn’t appeared now either.
‘Don’t tell me Coriko already appeared from behind?’
No way.
No way…
I suddenly felt anxious.
I looked up. Looking at the star that was sparkling today and seemed to have grown a little bigger, I prayed inwardly.
‘Kim Ddongbyeol. I’m going to trust you, okay?’
I don’t want that kind of backstabbing.
I don’t even have a few coins right now.
‘Could it be that he’s fallen in love with me?’
…That thought was quickly abandoned when I saw that Ferdinand wasn’t even giving me the slightest glance.
Right, that was way too much wishful thinking just now.
He’s not called the Ice Crown Prince for nothing.
‘Then it must be about lust for power.’
Why would Ferdinand suddenly want power?
‘If Dave somehow provoked him again and finally made him snap, that’s possible.’
Anyway.
Still, just in case, I should meet with Ramus Jeremiah and have him investigate whether Coriko has ever met Ferdinand – I was making plans in my head when.
Beneath the curving brass spires, the chandelier with thousands of sparkling crystal beads cast clear light and shadows.
Over my vision that had been brightly lit thanks to the beautiful chandelier.
I truly hadn’t expected a large shadow to fall.
I raised my head and nearly stepped backward.
“Lady Tulia Frazier.”
Hair the color of cocoa.
Eyes I had thought were like strawberry jam.
The man Ferdinand, now so tall that I had to crane my neck to look up at him, was extending his hand to me.
“Dance the first dance with me.”
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Carmi nearly jumped up from her seat.
If it weren’t for the inner strength she had cultivated over decades, she really would have jumped up and screamed.
She barely managed to take a breath and compose her expression that was about to contort.
“Your Majesty. Ferdinand is…?”
“…I don’t know either.”
Emperor Alessandro was also frowning with his entire face.
Just moments ago.
A priest from the Crown Prince Palace had urgently sent word that Ferdinand had been freed from Divine Power Excess Syndrome. That was the news the Emperor’s Chief Attendant had frantically delivered just before.
Carmi felt somewhat relieved to realize that Emperor Alessandro truly didn’t know.
But.
“…This is what he would have looked like if he had grown up naturally.”
At the Emperor’s quietly muttered words, Carmi’s heart nearly stopped.
She looked at Ferdinand with eyes on the verge of bloodshot.
All the nobles, foreign royalty, dignitaries from various countries.
Everyone was staring blankly at Ferdinand as if watching a god descending from heaven.
Just like the Emperor sitting beside her.
Ferdinand, who had grown up as if by magic, resembled the late Empress Olivia far too much.
‘This can’t happen.’
Carmi rose from her seat with bloodshot eyes.
She approached the Crown Prince. That damned cripple who had grown to terrifying perfection.
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